04-14-2019, 11:38 AM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]She was by no means a soothsayer - she'd never wanted to be one. She has offered to help before to be useful, but she is not a doctor. In fact, the only reason she had learned in the first place was because her papa had hit his head when she was young. She is very glad she's learned now. It let her take care of these sort of things, as well as make sure her crew is in top shape. With another tryout to observe, Goldenluxury was humming contentedly to herself as she approached. This was a nice use of time, she believed, not just for her, but everyone. She didn't mind seeing one after another. It let her crewmates learn about the medical roles, an incredibly important one, and potentially even teach the captain something new. It's not like she knew everything, no matter how hard she did try.
The captain listened quietly as the new crewmate calls out their instructions, feathered ears pointed towards them. Her head tilts slightly. They'd chosen a different way to do this, but she certainly was not against it. This was certainly more hands-on than simply sitting in a circle and hearing someone teach a subject. "Very well," she answers, her head nodding determinedly. She gave a smile to them, long tail twitching against the ground silently. "Where do we start?"
The captain listened quietly as the new crewmate calls out their instructions, feathered ears pointed towards them. Her head tilts slightly. They'd chosen a different way to do this, but she certainly was not against it. This was certainly more hands-on than simply sitting in a circle and hearing someone teach a subject. "Very well," she answers, her head nodding determinedly. She gave a smile to them, long tail twitching against the ground silently. "Where do we start?"
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.